When I was recovering from my heart surgery, in the cardiac ward of the RUH, in high summer with the windows only open a crack and the other 5 patients bedridden and incontinent, I would frequently lie back and stare at the ceiling wishing I was elsewhere. I was taking tramadol for a brief period and this and the boredom would lead to some curious images appearing in my head. One day I heard the noise of a seagull which sounded like it was regurgitating another seagull, which in turn was doing the same, until you had five birds, each regurgitating each other. It wasn't a nice sound. I had been promised a bed by the window by the ward nurse, seeing as I was going to be in there longer than anyone else, but whenever a bed became free, it was only minutes before they found another old man to put in it. So I couldn't see out of the window to check what was making the noise and had to draw a rudimentary sketch in Black Book Number 3. When I began my degree, in the print module we had to make collagraph prints from tetrapaks and so I worked on a series of other birds and such regurgitating each other. I also made the seagulls from a stack of different colour cards, with holes cut out to allow the layers to show through.